Yet another reason to have a dog.

Wembley, the dogly saint

Last night was rough.

We’ve moved into the new house, but Little Man can’t stay there during the day because, until yesterday, the paint was still wet and all of our worldly possessions are stacked in the middle of each room. So, every day we drop him off at our nanny’s house and pick him up at day’s end. All fine, except our nanny lives an hour away, sometimes more as traffic during rush hour is always going with you.

So, last night I left work at 4:45, got to her house at 5:20 (amazing time), packed him up and set off again at 5:45. He hates the car seat now so he goes stiff as a board when you try to put him in it and starts screaming. Last night he alternated screaming and whining for an hour in the car. I was so frazzled when we got home; I called Mike to vent but just ended up being nasty to him out of frustration (he was at the old house trying to empty the fridge). [Read more...]

Quote for my son: Never stop trying

‘Cheshire Puss,’ she began, rather timidly, as she did not at all know whether it would like the name: however, it only grinned a little wider. `Come, it’s pleased so far,’ thought Alice, and she went on. `Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?’

‘That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,’ said the Cat.

`I don’t much care where–’ said Alice.

`Then it doesn’t matter which way you go,’ said the Cat.

`–so long as I get SOMEWHERE,’ Alice added as an explanation.

`Oh, you’re sure to do that,’ said the Cat, `if you only walk long enough.’”

–Lewis Carroll in Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

Hormones do silly things to a person

My husband took our 10-month old to visit friends today while I caught up on some work. He was gone for a few hours when I decided I’d had enough of sitting inside so I called to see if I should join him. First, he didn’t answer and I realized they were probably sitting around the pool, drinking beer and playing with the kids. Not listening for the phone.

Finally, I called the house and got hold of him. I asked if I should join and the response I expected (yes, come on down) was not exactly what I got. Instead, I got, “It’s an hour away.”

I started crying.

Going back to work

I start work again tomorrow after 10 weeks maternity leave. My emotions are running the gamut, from exited to nervous but most of all sad. I look at my son and think how the hell am I supposed to leave him? For the first few days his father will watch him, which probably means he’ll sit in his chair watching his dad work on the computer, which is not so bad, but there’ll be a definite lack of ABCs and music. [Read more...]